NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 157
Jordan stuck out his tongue, with a murderous look in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to be 30 years younger, and he was still that high god.

Jordan moved and put the ball to the right. He knew he was at a disadvantage, and he couldn't play around at this time. He wanted to use the strongest remaining skill pack to attack the enemy.

Meng Hua also moved, deliberately slowing down his pace.

I remember that when Jordan talked about the last shot of 98, he said that he felt like his opponent was in slow motion.

More than [-] years later, Meng Hua also felt this way. Jordan was in slow motion.

Slow, it's too slow!
Jordan turned his back, protected the ball, tested his back, and looked for body contact.

He leaned in, trying to push Meng Hua away with his weight, and then turned around and fell back to shoot a jumper.

This is his lifelong mastery, and all the movements have long been formed into muscle memory.

Soft, really too soft!
Meng Hua hesitated, do you want to release it properly?

Jordan has already turned back and turned. If he wants to win this heads-up, he must be fast and must not be sloppy.

Even though he is almost 60, his recoil still has considerable skill, at least it is still picturesque.

Meng Hua jumped up instinctively, stretching his long arms, trying to block his shot.

Jordan had expected that he would jump up, pulled the bar in the air to dodge, found an opening, and threw the ball.

Swish!
When the ball hits the net, it is not a hollow ball from top to bottom, but is thrown directly to the side of the net.

He doesn't have enough strength in the waist and abdomen, and the shot is short.

The Lakers players breathed a sigh of relief. They were a little nervous at the beginning, but now it seems that Meng Hua is very stable.

It was Meng Hua's turn to attack, and after Jordan hit the ground to pass the ball, he took another half step back, defending against breakthroughs but not defenses.

With his foot speed, if he goes up to defend, he will definitely be miserable. His physical fitness has dropped, but his basketball IQ has not.

Subconsciously, even though it was a one-on-one fight, he didn't want to have too much physical contact. It would be better to turn it into a shooting contest. Then he really didn't know who would win or lose.

Seemingly reading his mind, Meng Hua threw a three-pointer on the spot.

Swish!
Same sound, different results.

1: 0.

When Jordan attacked, he stopped hitting back and pushed Meng Hua forward, making a slash.

On the sidelines, the Lakers players asked in a low voice, "Can he get by?"

James whispered: "With Huami's impenetrable defense, there is only one way to think about it."

Yo, the boss is still smart, Westbrook hurriedly asked: "How did you get there?"

Among these people, Westbrook is a rare hope that Jordan will win, just because his idol is Jordan.

When he was ten years old, he went to the Jordan training camp. At the end, everyone was waiting for autographs, and he missed because he had to play an impromptu game.That night, he cried all night.

James giggled and said, "Pass out."

Everyone covered their mouths, so they didn't laugh out loud, except Westbrook.

He doesn't blame James, Jordan himself uttered wild words, and defeating him is the way to respect him.

Just looking at his idol Lian Po getting old, he felt very unhappy.

Maybe that day will come soon.

At this moment, Westbrook really felt old.

Jordan couldn't pass out, so he couldn't break through Meng Hua's impenetrable defense.

But flash the shooting space, he can still do it.

It's still a turnaround jumper, still picturesque, but the shot is stronger.

Jordan's eyes were even more angry, this ball must be defended.

After he hit the ground, he didn't take half a step back. Although this distance was likely to be passed by one step, it could at least interfere with Meng Hua's shooting.

If the situation is unfavorable, it is necessary to take a proper risk of gambling. He also loves gambling by nature.

Meng Hua made a cross change, using his absolute lateral speed to throw Jordan half a step away, and then accelerated to the basket again.

There are still many people in the NBA with the lateral movement speed of the S-level, and the absolute speed of the B-level is needless to say.

But after S can quickly connect to B, few people can do it, which requires an emergency stop and high-speed start.

There are many SBs, but few S+Bs.

Meng Hua could have used his absolute speed to make a dunk, but he chose a step-back mid-range shot.

Jordan caught up, but he didn't jump to block the shot.

Meng Hua, who was in the air, could clearly see a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead, sliding down his wrinkles.

The ball returned to Jordan's hands. His brain was calculating at high speed. He knew that Meng Hua was better than himself, but he didn't know how many powerful enemies he had defeated. He didn't believe that he would be prevented from scoring any of them.

For this ball, he used the simplest method.

He didn't even dribble, took two tentative steps, pulled up and shot.

Bang!
The iron strike was so loud that he even felt a little embarrassed.

Am I really that bad?

No, I'm going to get in at least one.

He no longer dared to think about defeating Meng Hua, and he hoped not to get a zero seal.

Meng Hua received the ball, which was also a tentative step.

It looked like he was going to beat him with a technical move that Jordan failed to pull off, slapping him in the face.

After a couple of trials, he pulled it up and shot, almost a replica of Jordan's action just now.

The ball made a sexy arc towards the hoop.

Will you go in?
James stretched his neck unconsciously. He also respected Jordan very much, but he hoped that Meng Hua could give him a clean sheet.

This is a door-to-door kick!

At most, I asked my teammates not to post the recorded video on the Internet, and I couldn't be more polite.

Swish!
James' eyes widened. Is it true?This ball is so ridiculously short.

Meng Hua shook his head and looked at his palm, as if he was still upset about the shot just now.

None of this escaped Jordan's vicious eyes.

Jordan's attacking style was still a tentative step, and then he switched to a back attack, pressing step by step, and suddenly turned over and shot a jumper.

Meng Hua rushed forward, but Jordan made a fake move, turned to the other side, and shot a jumper.

This time, it was a hollow ball.

Jordan clenched his fists, excited.

Although it is not a formal competition, it is also full of enthusiasm.

This goal is of great significance, and if you score it, your head will not be shaved.

It's a pity, James sighed secretly, wishing he could go up to defend Jordan himself, but he has confidence in Meng Hua, now Meng Hua has the ball, Jordan is still one goal behind, the gap is still quite big.

Jordan also obviously knew the gap was huge, so he had to continue to gamble.

He had just stepped into one, only to feel that his body was as light as a swallow, and unconsciously forced another step up.

Meng Hua crossed the ball under his crotch, trying to use his lateral speed to get rid of Jordan to the right.

Jordan's big hand moved. He used his right hand to lift the ball from bottom to top.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, it hits the ball firmly.

Meng Hua only felt a chill in his crotch, and Jordan's hand rushed towards his crotch like a ghost.

This is not a ball, it is simply a crotch.

He leaned over in a hurry, and Jordan got the ball first.

He couldn't compete for the floor ball with the old man, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Vogel stepped forward and asked if the two needed a break.

Meng Hua made a gesture of invitation and let Jordan decide.

Jordan smiled and said, "A simple exchange of ideas won't affect you for too long, so don't rest."

He is not tired, and the hand feels coming, so of course he doesn't want to rest.

(End of this chapter)